The Gemini

32 - Think About The Future

December 16, 1988

"Gemini has a great week, as his new single, "Partyman" is the Hot Shot Debut at No. 22 with more than a half of the radio panel reporting airplay. – Billboard

And now, in Culver Studios, the music video was being shot.

On the inside Roger wore a smile, excited at how everything was coming together. On the outside he wore a blank expression as he looked in the mirror at his split visage. Black and white. Red and green. The longer he looked the more he saw a familiar foe looking back at him.

Though it had been a while since he'd donned this paint, it was recent that he'd stared into these enemy eyes. He was slipping. God knows that he didn't want to think of it as that, but he couldn't figure any other way to put it. And it was all triggered by a bug-eyed woman.

Chicago was nearly a week in the past, still the events left behind there revisited him even at the most random of times. Two days ago it happened upon his mind while in the middle of a radio interview. If Jody hadn't have there beside him he would've spaced out completely. But there his saving grace was, right where he'd been keeping her throughout this whole hectic process of business. Next to him.

His angel, she had the ability to read him like no other lover that he had before. He would swear it was one of her super powers. When it began that day she caught on immediately and offered him her hand to hold. Gladly he latched onto it, drinking up the comfort. When she had looked at him she smiled like the perfect doll she was. In her eyes had been a reassurance that everything was alright.

She had no idea that it wasn't.

Gemini the artist, Roger was lately. Gemini the coping method – the cold and ruthless – was trying to return on its own. Never before had this been an issue. Not until that damned girl with the eyes. He wished hed never met her or her brother. Wished he had never known the name Anderson period. He wished he would've stayed with his mother, or hell, even his father.

Nothing would've been different. The outcome would still be the same.

Roger always blamed Andre for the existence of Gemini. The man pushed him past the limit to a level that he'd never gone before. And so he lost it. But lately Roger had been thinking that perhaps he was wrong. Maybe it wasnt Andre's fault after all; not solely anyway. Gemini had probably been born while Roger was sitting in the dark of a closet and his then four year old mind just didn't know what to call it.

Or maybe he doesn't even exist at all. Maybe I am crazy. Maybe I just need to own up to my own mistakes and cut all of the games. Face my fate and take the blame.

Sitting back in the chair, Roger cocked his head to the side, still in a staring contest with himself.

"Or maybe you could have some fun."

A knock on the dressing room door.

"Five minutes." Spoke the stage manager.

Sighing, Roger stood. Smiling, Gemini left the room.

The set was decked. Extras in half faced masquerade swarmed in a makeshift party. Tables and wine glasses, columns and statues, fire and lights, a lady in a tank. All for him; the party man.

While all was getting ready, he passed the time by wandering around the room. Then there he saw her. A little pretty thing with a set of hips and the cutest peach ass that made him want to cry to his mama. Shiny hair jet black down to her back. Red mini dress. Her pins were even better.

Gemini waltzed over to where she stood. Hiking up the mini to show a peak of cheek. His action she quickly swatted away. Adjusting the crimson material, she gave him a mean scowl.